Brookfield Farm carrots–the best carrots I’ve ever eaten in my life.
Maybe that doesn’t seem like a big deal, but as a child, carrots were the only vegetable I’d eat (okay, potatoes, too). It’s also the only vegetable one of my daughters eats on a regular basis, so knowing that the carrots we get in our CSA are out-of-this-world good-tasting and organic to boot is a deep satisfaction. Farmer Dan said the carrots got too much water in late summer so they would be small, but this week, I assure you, they were completely normal-sized, if not even larger, than a couple of weeks ago. The flavor is earthy and robust when they are at their best. I want you to know I just held back from making any length-in-inches carrot jokes, too. Like seven of them.
Corkscrew Carrot
Toothpaste tubes, lotion: I can squeeze toothpaste from a toothpaste tube for up to 3 weeks after all of the other members of my family are ready to discard it. I LOVE this. It makes for more counter-top clutter in our shared bathroom because the rest of my family has moved on to their shiny new toothpaste tubes, but the knowledge that I am using the very last bits of a product makes me very happy.
I also cut near-empty lotion tubes in half and use those for a couple of extra days. Good stuff! This model of using up the very last drop can be applied to all manner of consumer products in your household. Unless you go rogue and make your own toothpaste, hand cream, laundry detergent, dish soap….
All righty, then….It’s time for a rare mention of something political on twinklysparkles:
OCCUPY WALL STREET people!!!
Is this the jammin’est thing going in our country today?
This morning, the first headline that caught my eye was an urging of the OWS movement to get THE PEOPLE, as in WE, to move our money to small, local banks and/or credit unions. While this can be complicated and may not work for some businesses with international banking needs, it also can be quite simple and if the free market works, open up more options for all of us, including businesses with international banking needs.
You think the oligarchs are scared? You bet your sweet bippies! Read on, my friends.
Concrete change, change in which an individual can make a choice with what matters most to the political world, may be simpler than we’ve all thought. What matters most? I think this says it rather well:
In a related vein–if I haven’t been completely clear about it before, you should also know that I love Sharon Jones. When I found this this morning, I loved her even more.
If you are PETA or a particularly sensitive vegetarian, you may want to forward through the first 38 seconds or so of the video. But people, you must listen after that. Woody Guthrie turned R and B and interpreted so there’s no doubt about its message. Can I get a witness?
All about small banks and the free market m’Twinkster. I’ve been dealing with my little bank for 20 years after the big ones pissed me off. They still call me by name, don’t mind counting my ungodly amount of change and still are creative about financial arrangements.
I’ll go out on a limb in joining hands with the OWSers and say Fuck Chase.
I am still a member of a credit union back in Ohio–it’s been about 26 years. Here, you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a locally-run bank. So that’s rather nice (not the swinging a dead cat part, the local-banking part). Our local bank, however, sold our mortgage to a big national bank. That sucks. Still, it seems better than other options and I LOVE my local bank and the women who work there (not as crazy about the men, nothing specific).
Even in a big bank, one finds good workers and people getting to know one’s name. I just hate that we get reamed on fees and charges because they can. Money money money money money money money
Twinks, WHO is you MOMMA when it comes to that toothpaste tube thing! I posted about it once or twice.
http://erin-obrien.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-i-am-stupid.html
I am so envious of the carrots. It’s stew season here and I end up using those god-awful bagged things.
Have a good weekend!
Oh, Erin. I’ll have to bring you some when I come home next summer. Or you can get your ass to Mass. You have our invitation.
I love our need to conserve and save. It must be a holdover from our parents’ generation.
I MISS Brookfield’s carrots!! They are the best, as well as Farmer Dan!
This post was hilarious to me. I am the one in the house who is constantly squeezing the last bits of toothpaste out. When it gets to about 1/4 left and everyone says, Mom, we need more toothpaste, I laugh!! Our sink spaces are similar to yours, except that I take the “low” one, bring it to my bathroom and purchase the kids a new one. Then hubby continues to us the one we already had and I use the “empty” one, until it is really empty. I also cut off lotion tubes and use the portion that you can’t squeeze out. LOL!!
Glad I’m not the only one who does this and feels gratification from it!!
Don’t you have good carrots down there? Is it too warm? Still, nothing like a Brookfield carrot.
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